7: 22 p.m Sunset on the Portland waterfront. "Friendship Circle" is the name of the sculptures, and it is where the bodies dressed in black have gathered.

I'm gulping cheap vodka from the mini-water bottle, with Stormy. There are a hundred people who have gathered for the candlelight vigil of our two dead bouncer friends. She's trying to hide the... Read More

There was tension between us, and I was wearing my work-smile. Much more confident than my typical-smile. We'd decided to put some space between us that day, via email. I had felt good about it. He could focus on his marriage.

But he'd come in, and I was pleased and surprised. And surprised with how pleased I felt.

I'm chewing a block of 'raw diablo cheese', from the farmer's market. Raven, my two year old, is asking me for more thunder and lightening. She's not afraid of nature. We count the crows on the sidewalk, as they caw and hop, hop, hop to scatter and disappear. I'm checking my phone to see if the Genius Punk has messaged me... Read More

thanks to @Venus for capturing some ridiculousness. (top photo) and Danger Ninja Photo for the bottom. Wearing ChainedbyCarrion.

Last week I entered a Baptist church; I'd scheduled an interview for Portland's Exotic Magazine; regarding stripping and religion. The pastor had graciously offered to explain his stance on sex work, and I was sweating unintentionally. I hadn't been in a house of worshipRead More